Over the summer, my family's dog was put down. Brinley was getting old and had lots of health problems (tumors, strokes, etc.), so it was definitely time. But even though she'd lived a long, full doggy life, it was difficult for everyone to let her go. She was my snuggle buddy on Friday nights in junior high and high school, when I'd stay in and study instead of hanging out with my friends (who were probably all home studying too, because we were all NERDS). She was my walking buddy when I wanted to walk around and see the lights around Christmastime, but was too scared to go out after dark on my own. She was my hiking and exploring buddy throughout college, and I took her with me on dozens and dozens of hikes up Dry Canyon. She was the only witness when Jared got down on one knee and asked me to marry him one afternoon during a trail run.
When Jared and I visited Utah this last Christmas, we knew that Brinley probably didn't have more than a few months left in her, so we took her up Dry Canyon and snapped a few pictures. My mom's been waiting months for me to post these. Sorry it took me so long!
